There are no words that could describe the 4 days with Pastor Marcos, his wife Polly, and their two children, Tito and Valentina.
These people are the physical manifestation of Christ’s love. I’ve never felt so loved in my life. Not because they loved me as a daughter, but because they loved me as a daughter of our King.
They’re funny, relaxed, loving, caring, kind, serious, thoughtful, in love with Jesus….I could go on forever, I think. There aren’t enough words to describe how wonderful they are and I wish everyone could know these people.
When I think of our time here, I don’t think about the 16 hour bus ride to get here. I dont think of the many meetings we had. I don’t think about the freezing cold. I don’t even think about the majestic mountains we’re surrounded by.
When I think of this place, I think of Christ’s love. I think of this beautiful family and their never ceasing joy.
I want nothing more than to stay here forever. Here Christ’s love is evident at all times.
But I cannot stay. I have to leave. My heart has to break. I will have to dry too many tears with my hoodie sleeve.
Within this heartbreak I have a choice. To be sad I’m leaving, or choose to carry this love on to wherever the Lord leads.
I want to be a light when all others go out.
I only pray our paths meet again
